<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174</id><updated>2011-12-19T09:14:43.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tales of the not so unexpected</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-8498315822721569107</id><published>2011-12-19T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T09:14:43.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I havent written my blog for ages.  This is very naughty of me, as I feel that through unemployment, it keeps my brain a little more active.. which is good as I dont want to be a vegetable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I sadly dont have anything interesting to say today.. however.. I will try to pop back tomorrow with a right humdinger! ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-8498315822721569107?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/8498315822721569107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=8498315822721569107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8498315822721569107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8498315822721569107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2011/12/out-of-date.html' title='Out Of Date'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-1036690651516264364</id><published>2011-03-31T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T03:01:04.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO Cheshire was fab and Im very proud of myself for not freaking out/ screaming/vomiting everywhere... however feeling a bit down today. Feet very sore again, so in pain and exhausted and I didnt get the job I really wanted. The thing that annoys me the most is that I knew I wouldnt get it, but I know I am more than capable of doing it. It pisses me off as that's usually the case. Can't wait to leave Bath now... I was just hoping to have a job to go to. Oh well... nothing ever runs smoothly. I'm feeling very grouchy :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-1036690651516264364?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/1036690651516264364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=1036690651516264364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1036690651516264364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1036690651516264364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2011/03/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-8119267777083810858</id><published>2011-03-22T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T06:25:35.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So at 4pm Iain and I depart for Cheshire. I have to admit that im rather excited.... I can find it amongst all the fear ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The one thing im really looking forward to out of everything though, is that im spending time with Iain, which I know sounds nuts, because I live with him.... but I love our time together and when Im at working, I miss that.  I know at this rate he'll probably be looking after me, if the train is making me feel unwell... poor man, but he makes me feel safe and in turn that's given me some much needed confidence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just hope Im ok...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-8119267777083810858?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/8119267777083810858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=8119267777083810858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8119267777083810858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8119267777083810858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2011/03/here-we-go.html' title='Here We Go'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-7150544731567300756</id><published>2011-03-21T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:13:50.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of Scaryness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, so this week I have lots to do - go to Cheshire (long train journey...eurgh) have an interview, maybe view some flats and go to Iain's cousin's wedding. All of these things terrify me. I accept that Im a wimp.... for some reason I get way to nervous and anxious about things and I have no idea why. I really wish I didnt because last night I got butterflies in my tummy.. and they will be with me until I am back in Bath next Monday. This means that I am constantly nervous and constantly on edge :( Poor Iain, I dont know how he puts up with my weird ways, but thank god he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-7150544731567300756?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/7150544731567300756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=7150544731567300756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7150544731567300756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7150544731567300756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2011/03/week-of-scaryness.html' title='Week of Scaryness'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-2982659001454377219</id><published>2011-03-15T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T08:32:23.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To Liverpool!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally - we are moving..... I actually cannot wait. It feels asthough, even though I love living with Iain more than anything, that our life has been put on hold in Bath and that we both deserve more than we have. Don't get me wrong.. in the grand scheme of things, it's not asthough we suffer terribily and that we have it worse than everyone.. definately not. But..... we are both unhappy in Bath, and have no money..and I mean NO money and no social life. It will be good to move and have new experiences and meet new people. I really hope that my photography takes off and that Iain gets all the chances that he deserves in terms of his music. He is beyond talented and sees things in such a unique way musically that he deserves way more than he has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm a happy girl.... just hope I can mentally survive the next month.... eek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-2982659001454377219?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/2982659001454377219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=2982659001454377219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/2982659001454377219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/2982659001454377219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2011/03/off-to-liverpool.html' title='Off To Liverpool!!'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-1625206336152405195</id><published>2011-01-19T05:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T08:07:59.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Must Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So since my last post, my life has changed.... I should have kept writing, but Im slack and other things got in the way. I moved back to Bath, met a most fabulous man, and we moved in together. It's ironnic that the last messages were about how much I wanted to move to Bath and now my new one is about how much I want to leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel that I connect with the city - probably because Im too poor to actually do anything in it. What is with all the yahoo henrys?! With their popped up collars, floppy hair and mummy and daddy's Audi to cruise around the city centre in. There I am plodding along with barely a penny to my name. It makes me feel like less of a person unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah humbug I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-1625206336152405195?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/1625206336152405195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=1625206336152405195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1625206336152405195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1625206336152405195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-must-change.html' title='Things Must Change'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-8429981687667874406</id><published>2009-06-21T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:04:22.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn To Crap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Why is it that when one part of your life starts to go right, inevitably another part starts to go wrong.  Am I only allowed a certain amount of good?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If this is so, I want to speak to someone and demand either an explanation or a refund!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-8429981687667874406?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/8429981687667874406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=8429981687667874406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8429981687667874406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8429981687667874406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/06/turn-to-crap.html' title='Turn To Crap...'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-8186535352820554637</id><published>2009-06-18T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T04:45:07.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Rule Of Thumb....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a target="_popup8319" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0431226/"&gt;Gozer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fine" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;after Ray orders her to re-locate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;] Are you a God?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fine" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ray looks at Peter, who nods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a target="_popup8319" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000101/"&gt;Dr Ray Stantz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: No.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a target="_popup8319" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0431226/"&gt;Gozer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: Then... DIE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fine" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lightning flies from her fingers, driving the Ghostbusters to the edge of the roof and almost off; people below scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a target="_popup8319" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001368/"&gt;Winston Zeddemore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: Ray, when someone asks you if you're a god, you say "YES"!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-8186535352820554637?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/8186535352820554637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=8186535352820554637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8186535352820554637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8186535352820554637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-rule-of-thumb.html' title='A Good Rule Of Thumb....'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-6824390418049632907</id><published>2009-06-12T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T07:44:00.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trying Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SjJpUmrhPJI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZLYsFn9a2V8/s1600-h/fun-in-the-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SjJpUmrhPJI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZLYsFn9a2V8/s320/fun-in-the-rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346451510343580818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Things are looking up.   I no longer have a rain cloud over my head but currently a little rainbow.  Admitadely it's not shining very brightly, but it's there and can only get stronger.  This makes a delightful change :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-6824390418049632907?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/6824390418049632907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=6824390418049632907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/6824390418049632907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/6824390418049632907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-rainbow.html' title='The Trying Rainbow'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SjJpUmrhPJI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZLYsFn9a2V8/s72-c/fun-in-the-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-4926465858704914987</id><published>2009-06-10T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:29:42.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Me Alone... You Smell of Pee....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It would appear that I  attract "crazies" to me whenever I leave the  house.  If it's not some random mental health patient shouting "HELLO" at me, it's some other clearly "special" man sitting next to me on a bench and showing me his umbrella ( it was pretty standard to be honest), asking me if I wish to try out said umbrella (it wasnt raining and I dont like touching other people's stuff)... and him reeking of his own urine..... Granted it might not be his fault... but still.... go before you leave the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hope it's not a case of "water always finding its level........" :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-4926465858704914987?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/4926465858704914987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=4926465858704914987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4926465858704914987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4926465858704914987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/06/leave-me-alone-you-smell-of-pee.html' title='Leave Me Alone... You Smell of Pee....'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-7278618886167066812</id><published>2009-06-03T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T04:42:59.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Bugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SiaMj8x05oI/AAAAAAAAADY/hsmCz2j7FQQ/s1600-h/hornet431x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SiaMj8x05oI/AAAAAAAAADY/hsmCz2j7FQQ/s320/hornet431x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343112557160097410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;First I get chased around the kitchen by two bumming dragonflies (they looked like they were having a wonderful time) then as soon as ive ushered them out, the mighty, ten story high, two buses long hornet comes in.. and basically this guy hates me... he ALWAYS chases me and im sure he actually whispers (well buzz's).... "Becca"......"Becca"....  "I'm going to KILL you".  Something along those lines anyway, my hornet talk is a bit rusty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-7278618886167066812?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/7278618886167066812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=7278618886167066812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7278618886167066812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7278618886167066812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/06/sexy-bugs.html' title='Sexy Bugs'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SiaMj8x05oI/AAAAAAAAADY/hsmCz2j7FQQ/s72-c/hornet431x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-8802295062601018459</id><published>2009-05-26T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T03:59:39.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Have To? :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShvLNQVCtjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VISsxP8MP14/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShvLNQVCtjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VISsxP8MP14/s320/cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340085211759818290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, while i'm in this seemingly never ending slump of unemployment I have decided that I really should do some sort of volunteer work.  Hopefully it will keep my brain from turning to mush and will look good on my CV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;However, the thought of working for no money when i'm such a pauper grates on me rather a lot, so i've decided to try and volunteer in the sector i'm at at least interested in, i.e. writing.  Hopefully if I can get some proofreading or copy writing work I will be super chuffed and  not mind as much that i'm doing it for free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I  get turned down for volunteer work i'm going to be super narked.  Fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-8802295062601018459?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/8802295062601018459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=8802295062601018459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8802295062601018459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8802295062601018459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-about-convent.html' title='Do I Have To? :('/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShvLNQVCtjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VISsxP8MP14/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-5009394167057840267</id><published>2009-05-25T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:59:27.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Have A Cow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShrqNglQwXI/AAAAAAAAADI/K0i7E6Z-B_M/s1600-h/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShrqNglQwXI/AAAAAAAAADI/K0i7E6Z-B_M/s320/cow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339837826006565234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Having just eaten a steak for the very first time, it is most definately apparant that I will never eat one again. It was just too much like biting into the back of a cow and I happen to like cows.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am definately all about the white meat...... make of that what you will.... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-5009394167057840267?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/5009394167057840267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=5009394167057840267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/5009394167057840267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/5009394167057840267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-have-cow.html' title='Don&apos;t Have A Cow.'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShrqNglQwXI/AAAAAAAAADI/K0i7E6Z-B_M/s72-c/cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-120904123809024221</id><published>2009-05-23T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T06:04:53.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Goes My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShffgPoypRI/AAAAAAAAADA/XKgt-cR3WUk/s1600-h/musicandlyrics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShffgPoypRI/AAAAAAAAADA/XKgt-cR3WUk/s320/musicandlyrics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338981628317443346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This song and video from the movie " Music and Lyrics" makes me laugh .... in my opinion this could be released and people out there would a) think it's serious and b) buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say they should do it.....   People listen to all sorts of crap.  FACT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I  have definately heard worse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I think the Thompson Twins or Nik Kershaw could make their MUCH anticipated comeback with this tune... *chortle*.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TReQQiMKOo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TReQQiMKOo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-120904123809024221?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/120904123809024221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=120904123809024221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/120904123809024221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/120904123809024221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/05/pop-goes-my-heart.html' title='Pop Goes My Heart'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShffgPoypRI/AAAAAAAAADA/XKgt-cR3WUk/s72-c/musicandlyrics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-7084922190116004935</id><published>2009-05-19T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:50:56.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Would Appear That......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShMNjZcrIdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mRWRXTRAWCo/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShMNjZcrIdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mRWRXTRAWCo/s320/cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337624885141905874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am my own worst enemy.  This is all I choose to divulge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-7084922190116004935?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/7084922190116004935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=7084922190116004935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7084922190116004935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7084922190116004935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-would-appear-that.html' title='It Would Appear That......'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShMNjZcrIdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mRWRXTRAWCo/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-2143570732103362994</id><published>2009-05-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:04:59.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit Of The Gadd?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm looking forward to going ot Bath on Sunday and will hopefully have a wander around and see some potential flats.  Apparantly though the one that I REALLY want is the the Bath "ghetto"...so should maybe avoid that.  Shame though..... its very purdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do go for it however, I could start up my own gang in order to be like all the "cool kids".  And who wouldnt want to be in my gang?  (Not said in the style or with the same intention as Gary Glitter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably get the actual job first, before I start picking out the soft f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;urnishings and planning my housewarming :)  There wil be vodka though.. I can tell you that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-2143570732103362994?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/2143570732103362994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=2143570732103362994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/2143570732103362994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/2143570732103362994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/05/bit-of-gadd.html' title='A Bit Of The Gadd?'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-2419104248470058336</id><published>2009-05-14T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:19:37.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have a job interview on Monday.  I'm really pleased about this as I havent had an interview for ages.  Usually I just get a straight out rejection.  However I am worried. Im literally pinning all my hopes on getting this job, which I am more than aware I shouldnt do, but after constantant rejection,  I either give up hope completely and resign myself to a life of nothingness, or I think about the future and the new opportunities which this job will bring me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I miss Bath and can't wait to go back... although I think it will feel mighty strange at first.  It will also feel strange being indepedant again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Although all I can think about at the moment, is feeling well and actually getting to Bath.  It's times like this I really wish I drove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That and I was already living back in Bath and working, as I wouldnt have to go through this ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-2419104248470058336?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/2419104248470058336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=2419104248470058336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/2419104248470058336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/2419104248470058336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/05/stress-head.html' title='Stress Head'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-3533584835931909946</id><published>2009-05-12T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T04:44:36.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lollypop" Syndrome... (I Do Not Have....)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So... 8 days into me not being a big fat porker and Ive lost 5 pounds, which im pleased with.  However.. Im still a big fat porker and NEED FOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll be ok though.... that stick of celery I just ate filled me RIGHT up...  In fact, I couldnt be more full if I tried. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a seperate note, I saw that woman on the mobility scooter (the one that always runs me over) in town today and she didnt hit me this time. I think its because Ive become really thin and waif like and she just couldnt spot me. Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-3533584835931909946?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/3533584835931909946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=3533584835931909946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/3533584835931909946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/3533584835931909946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/05/lollypop-syndrome-i-dot-not-have.html' title='&quot;Lollypop&quot; Syndrome... (I Do Not Have....)'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-7908826742082385313</id><published>2009-05-07T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:58:38.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sodding Diet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShMPacFFMaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UmosT8yvRTo/s1600-h/i-beat-anorexia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShMPacFFMaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UmosT8yvRTo/s320/i-beat-anorexia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337626930252689826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It would appear that I lack a passion for fashion, but at this rate I'll have the urge to purge.....  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-7908826742082385313?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/7908826742082385313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=7908826742082385313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7908826742082385313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7908826742082385313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/05/sodding-diet.html' title='Sodding Diet...'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShMPacFFMaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UmosT8yvRTo/s72-c/i-beat-anorexia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-4120727805753665979</id><published>2009-05-06T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:21:48.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball Care 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm attempting to master the exercise ball.  It's harder than it looks and I keep rolling off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's going to burst under me and I'm going to get severe rubber burns over 90% of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wont be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-4120727805753665979?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/4120727805753665979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=4120727805753665979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4120727805753665979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4120727805753665979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/05/ball-care-101.html' title='Ball Care 101'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-1481032655686667482</id><published>2009-05-06T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:57:38.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry..... :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShMPLCRntLI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqDrybPYAcM/s1600-h/carrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShMPLCRntLI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqDrybPYAcM/s320/carrot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337626665627923634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday I started my new healthy eating regime and already, on day two, I want to eat my own body weight in chocolate.  Ive even started looking at items and turning them into food in my head like in cartoons where everything turns into a chicken.  Im at this stage already... which doesnt bode well for day three let alone a week or a bloody month!!!!  Hell... hand me a block of lard and i'll stuff that in my mouth... Im not "precious"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I eat one more carrot stick I think I might die.  Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok realistically probably not, but why is it as soon as you know you cant pork out, you want to.. even if that was never the intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This thin malarky better be worth it.......  Im looking forward to being one of those miserable thin women instead of a miserable fat woman. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-1481032655686667482?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/1481032655686667482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=1481032655686667482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1481032655686667482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1481032655686667482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/05/hungry.html' title='Hungry..... :('/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShMPLCRntLI/AAAAAAAAABI/JqDrybPYAcM/s72-c/carrot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-5053954556333830949</id><published>2009-05-04T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:03:05.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Dolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShMQXykWKWI/AAAAAAAAABY/ocodEtQmqMw/s1600-h/dolph-lundgren-masters-of-the-universe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShMQXykWKWI/AAAAAAAAABY/ocodEtQmqMw/s320/dolph-lundgren-masters-of-the-universe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337627984261425506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I find it hilarious that recently Dolf Lundgren had his house burgled.  Now before you think  that I am an utter bitch... let me explain.  Are you sitting comfortably?  Then I shall begin........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Burglars broke into Mr and Mrs Lungren's house.  Dolfy was away at the time, so unfortunately his wife was tied up and started giving the mean intruders her jewellery...however... upon ransacking the homestead they saw family photographs.. namely of bad ass Dolf himself whereupon (I assume they had a total shit attack) they QUICKLY left.... that.. my dears was the part I happened to find hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The burglars realised that the house they were in belonged to someone who could seriously do them damage ie a black belt in karate and the rest.... and they ran away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I move out I have decided to put pictures of Dolf around my flat.  That and wear a tshirt to bed that says "I'm a Lundgren Lover" or "Dolf is my Husband"... I havent decided yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-5053954556333830949?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/5053954556333830949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=5053954556333830949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/5053954556333830949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/5053954556333830949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-heart-dolf.html' title='I Heart Dolf'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShMQXykWKWI/AAAAAAAAABY/ocodEtQmqMw/s72-c/dolph-lundgren-masters-of-the-universe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-1171322733351150414</id><published>2009-05-01T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:40:15.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti Climax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I really should be more patient.  The problem is that there are a lot of things I want, and I just happen to want them all NOW.  Mum and dad always did say I was like a terrier.  It goes hand in hand with me always wanting things I can't have.  WHY IS THAT??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I will have at least one of these things and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be happy.. or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; as it will be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immense&lt;/span&gt; anti climax.  Like the time I got my ears pierced or the first cigarette I ever smoked or when I first shaved my legs (boy was that painful).  I hope not though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just bring the tantrum back if that is the case.... foot stomping and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-1171322733351150414?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/1171322733351150414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=1171322733351150414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1171322733351150414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1171322733351150414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/05/anti-climax.html' title='Anti Climax'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-1808082996325813572</id><published>2009-04-30T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T06:26:58.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Love Of All Things Compassionate... HIRE ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Today I was turned down for yet another job.  This one was part time and quite frankly I could have done it in my sleep.  They even got £500 from the Job Centre if they hired me but clearly this still wasn't  incentive enough for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore it has come to my attention that I cannot even pay people to hire me :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That can't be a good sign.&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-1808082996325813572?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/1808082996325813572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=1808082996325813572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1808082996325813572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1808082996325813572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-love-of-all-things-compassionate.html' title='For The Love Of All Things Compassionate... HIRE ME!'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-673606721210458136</id><published>2009-04-30T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:08:40.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeal Piggy, Squeal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Last night I was watching the local news  and on it was a school where a girl had contracted piggy flu.  They shut the school and filmed students leaving.  A lot of them were crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In my day we would have been really chuffed to have left school in the middle of the day and then been on the local news, pandemic or no pandemic!! What is wrong with kids these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Im disapointed.  Realistically they'll probably just get he sniffles...at most they'll die.   It's still brill when school shuts! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-673606721210458136?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/673606721210458136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=673606721210458136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/673606721210458136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/673606721210458136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/squeal-piggy-squeal.html' title='Squeal Piggy, Squeal.'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-6437073181065521741</id><published>2009-04-26T04:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:25:41.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation Many Moons Ago....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPosCy58xI/AAAAAAAAABg/60550nb-x9E/s1600-h/tramp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPosCy58xI/AAAAAAAAABg/60550nb-x9E/s320/tramp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337865826726441746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Homeless Man :  Hello darlin' you're gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me:  Er, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Homeless Man:  You wana go for a coffee with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me: Er, I assume I would be paying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Homeless Man: Oh forget it then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me: Er, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I felt a tad guilty mocking the fella, but to be honest he wasnt being very realistic was he.  Plus, any pennies he had, I wouldnt expect him to waste on me, given the fact that I blatently wouldnt have "put out". ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-6437073181065521741?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/6437073181065521741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=6437073181065521741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/6437073181065521741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/6437073181065521741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversation-many-moons-ago.html' title='A Conversation Many Moons Ago....'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPosCy58xI/AAAAAAAAABg/60550nb-x9E/s72-c/tramp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-511306038020590828</id><published>2009-04-25T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:48:49.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Of Florence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;While nursing a hangover today I was watching tv and came across one of these holiday programs where usually rich and ungrateful slobs swap places.  This eposide the ungrateful slobs got to spend a week in Florence.  I HATED them.  I would literally kill to go to Florence and all they were doing was moaning about going and seeing "that David statue" and the fact that they couldnt find any chips anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In my delicate state I literally wept a little.  I want to go to Florence ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-511306038020590828?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/511306038020590828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=511306038020590828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/511306038020590828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/511306038020590828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-love-of-florence.html' title='My Love Of Florence'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-3183131797011511099</id><published>2009-04-24T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:59:29.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piss Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Apparantly they are planning to make a Jade Goody musical..... now as much as Im sad for what happend to her, as I am with anyone who has a serious illness..... COME ON you have to be kidding me?!.  And i'm not too sure who "they" are.. but whoever.. well THEY need their heads examined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather rip off my own arm and beat myself about the head with it than see this crap being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i'll be given that option....Honestly, a Jade Goody musical... what a pile of wank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, that was my angry voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-3183131797011511099?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/3183131797011511099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=3183131797011511099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/3183131797011511099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/3183131797011511099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/piss-off.html' title='Piss Off'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-4074932075938928159</id><published>2009-04-22T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:57:26.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It has come to my attention that some people SO need to be voted off the Island.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-4074932075938928159?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/4074932075938928159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=4074932075938928159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4074932075938928159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4074932075938928159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/erm.html' title='Erm....'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-2169827192367597735</id><published>2009-04-21T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:51:23.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Gone Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today I rediscovered my love for Deacon Blue.  I am incredible happy as I have just purchased their "Greatest Hits" for £0.01p on Amazon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Simple things make me happy lately.. that's what happens when you are single AND unemployed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What fool would put it on for  a penny???  Their fees will be more than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What a goon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My gain however .. mwah ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-2169827192367597735?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/2169827192367597735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=2169827192367597735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/2169827192367597735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/2169827192367597735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/real-gone-kid.html' title='Real Gone Kid'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-7663472244117850458</id><published>2009-04-21T04:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T04:14:48.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My wisdom tooth is making attempts to come up again... rather painful attempts I might add.... I used to put lots of bongella on... but its not hardcore enough for me now.. so I use something that completely numbs it and makes me feel like Ive been victim to some sort of mouth based stroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its lame.. it should either come up... or not... not make apathetic attempts to emerge when it can be bothered...... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do LOVE the taste of Bongella though.. Meryl and I think they should make some sort of vodka/bongella based alcohol shot... that would be a dream come true ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-7663472244117850458?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/7663472244117850458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=7663472244117850458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7663472244117850458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7663472244117850458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/gum.html' title='Gum'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-7127240507601436408</id><published>2009-04-20T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:27:00.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Shakespeare..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPo_zi_T8I/AAAAAAAAABo/3KF-30Ybo4c/s1600-h/shakespeare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPo_zi_T8I/AAAAAAAAABo/3KF-30Ybo4c/s320/shakespeare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337866166230536130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm having really odd dreams lately... more so than usual.  Not to mention some really disturbing ones.. including Robert Kilroy Silk popping up out of nowhere and cupping my butt.  That is something that I would like to wipe from my brain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The other night however, I was dreaming and in my dream was a poem.  I recognised it, but in my dream.. I knew all of it.  I was quite impressed with myself.  I googled the 3 lines that I could remember and turns out that is a Sonnet by Shakeaspeare... not bad eh?!  Shame I didnt just randomly know all of it in my dream though without hearing it first.. I guess that would have made me some sort of literary genius .. *sigh*.. maybe one day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shall I compare thee to  a summers day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thou art more lovely and more temperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you look it up as it is really rather beautiful......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-7127240507601436408?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/7127240507601436408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=7127240507601436408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7127240507601436408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7127240507601436408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-shakespeare_20.html' title='Mr. Shakespeare..'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPo_zi_T8I/AAAAAAAAABo/3KF-30Ybo4c/s72-c/shakespeare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-6265780376034319050</id><published>2009-04-14T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T05:16:19.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pod People...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have recently made the observation that in a group of friends there is usually the "stunning" one... one that looks like she spends hours making herself beautiful.. usually however they are just born that gorgeous.  They also tend to have amazingly glossy hair, like they have been washing it in in some sort of shampoo delivered straight from God ( I shall avoid the term Jesus juice for obvious reasons ;) )  However, I have noticed that in some groups (or" gaggles" as I like to call them)  all of the girls are this stunning... its like they were artificially grown in pods, seperated at birth, then brought back together during adolencence for some sort of greater purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also noticed that these groups of girls scare the shit out of me.  I tend to avoid them at all costs...  They need to go back to their pods so us "normal" girls can live in a society without perfection and prejudice getting in our way *chortle*....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-6265780376034319050?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/6265780376034319050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=6265780376034319050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/6265780376034319050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/6265780376034319050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/pod-people.html' title='Pod People...'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-2326986739006061960</id><published>2009-04-13T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:28:27.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, No, NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPpVmJVLjI/AAAAAAAAABw/-dt8t4tzxNk/s1600-h/bodyguard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPpVmJVLjI/AAAAAAAAABw/-dt8t4tzxNk/s320/bodyguard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337866540590378546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Apparantly they are making a new version of The Bodyguard... with Rhianna.  Personally I would rather have both legs cut off, sown on again backwards and made to run A LOT, than see this movie classic be ruined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The though of this remake makes me want to weep... then punch Rhianna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm hoping it wont come to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-2326986739006061960?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/2326986739006061960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=2326986739006061960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/2326986739006061960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/2326986739006061960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-no-no.html' title='No, No, NO!'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPpVmJVLjI/AAAAAAAAABw/-dt8t4tzxNk/s72-c/bodyguard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-9028516516248972742</id><published>2009-04-12T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:31:39.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haste Of Becca....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPqF3a_u1I/AAAAAAAAACA/aoavbmPZ22g/s1600-h/cupid-psyche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPqF3a_u1I/AAAAAAAAACA/aoavbmPZ22g/s320/cupid-psyche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337867369861593938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So I admit, maybe it was slightly hasty of me to swear off men all together. I'm not saying I was wrong, because I still firmly believe that there are no eligible men out there.... however... a certain someone is growing on me... and not in  contagious rash sense... but most definately in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont hold out much hope though.. I am too much of a cynical madam......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  or maybe just a realist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-9028516516248972742?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/9028516516248972742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=9028516516248972742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/9028516516248972742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/9028516516248972742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/haste-of-becca.html' title='The Haste Of Becca....'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPqF3a_u1I/AAAAAAAAACA/aoavbmPZ22g/s72-c/cupid-psyche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-2360919291568184940</id><published>2009-04-11T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:05:44.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Attention Of Nik....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have three more posts to go until I have done a month of my Blog.  I work well when bribery is involved.... others feel free to remember this.   You never know what you might get.  Or me for that matter!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This counts as one blog of course..... so TWO LEFT!  Yes that's right uncle dearest.... TAKE NOTE! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-2360919291568184940?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/2360919291568184940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=2360919291568184940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/2360919291568184940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/2360919291568184940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-attention-of-nik.html' title='For The Attention Of Nik....'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-4952253292204753529</id><published>2009-04-11T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:05:32.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluffy Bunny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Im looking forward to Easter.... not as much as I look forward to Christmas of course because Christmas time just happens to make me doolally with excitement... but Easter... a whole holiday devoted entirely to the consumption of over priced, over shaped chocolate.  Who wouldnt love that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so maybe to some Easter means more... ie Christians.. but meh... I'm in it for the chocolate.  Ok.. and the little fluffy bunnies and chicks... etc....etc...... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-4952253292204753529?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/4952253292204753529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=4952253292204753529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4952253292204753529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4952253292204753529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/fluffy-bunny.html' title='Fluffy Bunny...'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-7924802878806972753</id><published>2009-04-09T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:29:38.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Bagging?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPpnirNlEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tX9aefc7AUk/s1600-h/tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPpnirNlEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tX9aefc7AUk/s320/tea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337866848896390210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whilst in town earlier I noticed that someone had been throwing teabags around.  Im not sure why and am now wondering whether this is an activity that all the "cool" kids are doing.  They were used.. not dry.. I'm guessing they have more trajectory on them that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I suppose it gives a new meaning to the phrase" tea bagging".... ew.  What a thought.  In fact no.. I'm not going to think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh wait.. I just did.  And again.. and once more damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Pesky kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-7924802878806972753?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/7924802878806972753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=7924802878806972753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7924802878806972753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7924802878806972753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/tea-bagging.html' title='Tea Bagging?'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPpnirNlEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tX9aefc7AUk/s72-c/tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-691486124468083995</id><published>2009-04-07T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:32:41.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Earrings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPqVnwNKdI/AAAAAAAAACI/NSms9C9tHog/s1600-h/bald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPqVnwNKdI/AAAAAAAAACI/NSms9C9tHog/s320/bald.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337867640533494226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Recently some random man on facebook messaged me and told me simply that he loves my hair.  Now... I'm all for compliments....even though I have a habit of not accepting them graciously and being extremly cynical, but even to me this is slightly odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I appreciate the compliment in a strange "Im worried you are going to hunt me down, cut off my hair and wear it yourself" kind of way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's why kiddies, you should never give out personal information such as ADDRESSES on the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Plus, I dont want to be one of those bald women who are all about the earrings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-691486124468083995?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/691486124468083995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=691486124468083995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/691486124468083995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/691486124468083995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-earrings.html' title='Big Earrings?'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPqVnwNKdI/AAAAAAAAACI/NSms9C9tHog/s72-c/bald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-5474215177200477305</id><published>2009-04-06T03:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T03:40:25.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Act Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have just been watching "In The Night Garden" with my niece.  It scares me a little/ a lot... Iggle Piggle looks like he has had some sort of stroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This can't be good for children surely?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again... one of my earliest memories was being held down by my brothers and made to watch Hellraiser..... and that clearly hasnt done me any harm! :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-5474215177200477305?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/5474215177200477305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=5474215177200477305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/5474215177200477305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/5474215177200477305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/act-fast.html' title='Act Fast'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-1069236083507091642</id><published>2009-04-03T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:52:46.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Expect More..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It has become apparant of late that certain people in my life do things that they explicitly say they wont do.  Turns out that they clearly have no backbone/balls/regard for others, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that these people probably shouldnt be in my life, given the fact that all they do it make me sad.... and angry.  But mostly sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true, with friends like these, who needs enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-1069236083507091642?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/1069236083507091642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=1069236083507091642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1069236083507091642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1069236083507091642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-expect-more.html' title='I Expect More..'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-324435353966807205</id><published>2009-04-02T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T04:35:37.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack Of The 60ft Pervert..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ive just noticed that my first post of a brand new month was about a pervert.  Oh typical.  It should really have been about having a spring in my step, fluffy bunnies and fields of daffodils...meh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;However although cynical, I am hoping for a better  month.... one that is filled with sunshine and fluffy bunnies.  And if im honest probably perverts.   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-324435353966807205?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/324435353966807205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=324435353966807205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/324435353966807205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/324435353966807205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/attack-of-60ft-pervert.html' title='Attack Of The 60ft Pervert..'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-4254123642566695273</id><published>2009-04-01T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:35:53.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing A....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm so sick of hearing in the paper about the "new" Fritzl.  Surely these perverts are not the new anyone.... Fritzl certainly didnt invent being an incredibly sick bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the moment that the papers refer to a pervert as "doing a Fritzl."  they will also coin the phrase "doing a Goody"... just you wait...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-4254123642566695273?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/4254123642566695273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=4254123642566695273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4254123642566695273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4254123642566695273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/04/doing.html' title='Doing A....'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-3137537384649081850</id><published>2009-03-28T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:33:41.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun To Be Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPqkdX_D-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/s1yS8_wM2Do/s1600-h/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPqkdX_D-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/s1yS8_wM2Do/s320/apple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337867895445589986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I recently asked a child that I was babysitting what he would like me to buy him when I become a millionaire ( I cant quite remember how I got onto this subject... but obviously it's a when rather than a how) and he replied that he would like an imaginary apple and the moon.  I told him that I could buy him a real apple or an apple made out of gold, but he was adamant that it had to be an imaginary one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Im not too sure what this consists of, but im guessing its going to be easy, and cheap.  Unlike the moon......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-3137537384649081850?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/3137537384649081850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=3137537384649081850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/3137537384649081850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/3137537384649081850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-to-be-young.html' title='Fun To Be Young'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPqkdX_D-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/s1yS8_wM2Do/s72-c/apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-8326030976907225467</id><published>2009-03-24T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:34:43.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Er..... Come To Think Of It....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I should probably get off my soapbox ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-8326030976907225467?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/8326030976907225467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=8326030976907225467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8326030976907225467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8326030976907225467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/er-come-to-think-of-it.html' title='Er..... Come To Think Of It....'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-238972340253303884</id><published>2009-03-24T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:54:48.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Of The Matter Is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="leftnav"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;gLaunchProfile.start('RT_AD_MNW');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: 683px; height: 1170px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td   style="font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit;font-family:inherit;font-size:inherit;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In this “celebrity" driven day and age it is vital that people&lt;br /&gt;use their status for the help and publicity of diseases such as&lt;br /&gt;cancer.&lt;br /&gt;What I do have problems with however is the way that cancer is&lt;br /&gt;portrayed within the media with such a strong celebrity stance&lt;br /&gt;almost as if these celebrities were the ones that “invented” it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005 the singer Kylie Minogue was diagnosed with having&lt;br /&gt;breast cancer. At first I felt that the media enlightened the&lt;br /&gt;public on the seriousness of this disease, which I’m sure in&lt;br /&gt;turn encouraged many women to check themselves more&lt;br /&gt;thoroughly and in the correct manner. However as the weeks&lt;br /&gt;went on there wasn’t a time where Kylie and cancer were not&lt;br /&gt;mentioned in the same breath. Yes, it is terrible that she was&lt;br /&gt;ill and yes just because she is a celebrity doesn’t mean that&lt;br /&gt;she isn’t a normal person too - but she wasn’t the only person&lt;br /&gt;in the world to have cancer. In my opinion surely Kylie was&lt;br /&gt;in the best possible position if you are unwell. After all she had&lt;br /&gt;the very best private treatment in both Australia and Paris,&lt;br /&gt;she was able to take time off from working to convalesce, time&lt;br /&gt;she happened to spend writing a book which was published&lt;br /&gt;(surely another perk of being a celebrity.) In no way am I&lt;br /&gt;belittlingKylie’s battle with cancer, I have in fact met her&lt;br /&gt;and she seemed a&lt;br /&gt;very genuine and down to earth woman. However, she has an&lt;br /&gt;advantages over us “mere mortals” and so surely we should be&lt;br /&gt;looking to the “average Joe” to inspire us. You know, the ones&lt;br /&gt;like us that probably have no access to private healthcare, who&lt;br /&gt;are unable to enjoy the sunny climate of Australia while we&lt;br /&gt;recover&lt;br /&gt;from chemotherapy and who don’t have millions of pounds to fall&lt;br /&gt;back on. Obviously no amount of money can keep you from illness,&lt;br /&gt;but it sure would help! I would take rich with cancer over poor with&lt;br /&gt;cancer any day. Don’t get me wrong, just because she had all of that&lt;br /&gt;money didn’t mean she would survive, but I bet she had a better&lt;br /&gt;chance than most. It is a fact that women with breast cancer who live&lt;br /&gt;in affluent areas have a better chance of survival than those women&lt;br /&gt;living in deprived areas. I cannot stand the way in which the media&lt;br /&gt;talk about Kylie is as if she was the first woman to ever get this&lt;br /&gt;disease,&lt;br /&gt;and I truly believe that it demeans every other woman’s brave fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an article in the Daily Mirror on 18 April 2008 they covered a story&lt;br /&gt;about another celebrity, Trisha Goddard, who had recently been&lt;br /&gt;diagnosed with breast cancer. In it Trisha said that Kylie Minogue’s&lt;br /&gt;successful battle with breast cancer was an inspiration and – I quote -&lt;br /&gt;“thank God for Kylie. Id read so much about her and it was really,&lt;br /&gt;well hang on girl, she’s alright”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely Trisha should be using every woman’s situation as an&lt;br /&gt;inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;and not just another celebrities? I think that it is all well and&lt;br /&gt;good admiring&lt;br /&gt;another famous persons fight, however it would personally be&lt;br /&gt;more of an inspiration to me to hear about a non- celeb’s&lt;br /&gt;experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all of us aspire to be something we are not, and reach for that&lt;br /&gt;seemingly&lt;br /&gt;unattainable goal and in such situations as breast cancer&lt;br /&gt;role models&lt;br /&gt;such as Kylie do serve a purpose. However I think that it is&lt;br /&gt;imperative&lt;br /&gt;that “celebrity” doesn’t become the norm. There are many&lt;br /&gt;magazines&lt;br /&gt;on the market who are in the position to influence and shape&lt;br /&gt;young girl&lt;br /&gt;s and women on things such as their weight and the way they&lt;br /&gt;dress,&lt;br /&gt;even up to how to get and keep a man. These magazines are in the&lt;br /&gt;perfectposition to show their readers real lives of real women and&lt;br /&gt;yet they chooseto instead focus on women such as Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;drunkenly falling out of aclub wearing no knickers or talk of&lt;br /&gt;Eva Longoria&lt;br /&gt;being pregnant because she is looking slightly more rounded than usual.&lt;br /&gt;The magazines should be championing every day, normal, non-celebs&lt;br /&gt;especially where issues suchas cancer are apparent. Yes Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;is a person like you or I, but if we’re honest, a million miles away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More recently Jade Goody's fight with cervical cancer and tragic death&lt;br /&gt;have been publicised every single day with some magazines&lt;br /&gt;and newspapersgoing as far as to having special mermorial pull&lt;br /&gt;out sections covering her&lt;br /&gt;life. It was also claimed that Stephen Fry likended her to Princess Diana&lt;br /&gt;and Heat magazine likened her life and death to that of Marilyn Monroe.&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only person to think that this is absolutely crazy?? For one it is&lt;br /&gt;very hypocritical given that when she wasnt ill these publications jumped&lt;br /&gt;on the bandwagon and damned her whenever they got the chance to,&lt;br /&gt;but now they are likening her to the legend that is&lt;br /&gt;Monroe and to some&lt;br /&gt;extent Princess Diana who, even though in my opinion wasnt&lt;br /&gt;that amazing,&lt;br /&gt;admitadly did more than most of the Royal family put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is a tragic loss, one I would not wish upon anyone, but&lt;br /&gt;there are millions&lt;br /&gt;of people suffering with cancer in the world and I would rather&lt;br /&gt;have someone&lt;br /&gt;real champion the cause rather than a "celebrities", who truth&lt;br /&gt;be told live in&lt;br /&gt;a totally different world than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-238972340253303884?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/238972340253303884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=238972340253303884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/238972340253303884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/238972340253303884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/truth-of-matter-is.html' title='The Truth Of The Matter Is....'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-935719462601968527</id><published>2009-03-24T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:32:32.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And It Was All A Dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So, I had set myself the goal of completing my book by the time I was 25.  Needless to say, I havent done it.  I cant even offer up a good excuse really....even though I probably am an expert of procrastination.  This goes to prove my theory that the only time you will fail at something is when you set yourself the goal to actually do it.  Much like my theory that you only get sports injury's when playing sport.  Therefore don't do that either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The book will get finished and I will get published (pah, yeah sure) but to be honest I think I might hire someone else to write it, you know a better writer!! Someone who can at least come up with the ending for the bastard thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I was younger I always used to end my stories, "and they woke up and found that it had all been a dream".  I'm not sure that will cut it this time.  However it worked for 'Dallas', so maybe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-935719462601968527?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/935719462601968527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=935719462601968527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/935719462601968527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/935719462601968527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-it-was-all-dream.html' title='And It Was All A Dream...'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-5817994430527586891</id><published>2009-03-23T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:32:16.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accept, Accept, Accept.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am really trying to make a conscious effort to accept the things that I cannont change, be it about myself or the way others have treated me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Apparantly forgiveness is the key and the way some people have acted towards me lately or in the past has probably effected me more than I like to think.  I care what people think of me... even people I dont know... their opinion counts...and it shouldnt.  Unless it's nice of course! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I realise that I might just be in the wrong place at the wrong time and that certain situations are out of my control.  And to not take it personally or let it get to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If anyone learns how to forgive and forget, can they please let me now how they do it, because I'm not sure I will be very good at it... despite the effort!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That goes with the acceptance too....... I'm guessing that will also be a work in progress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-5817994430527586891?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/5817994430527586891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=5817994430527586891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/5817994430527586891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/5817994430527586891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/accept-accept-accept.html' title='Accept, Accept, Accept.'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-4015259924212564353</id><published>2009-03-22T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:31:46.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airbrush Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After much consideration I have decided that I wish to live my life either in Paint Shop or Face In Hole ( is it just me or does that title sound rude.  I wont even tell you what I found when I mis-typed the site name ew...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Everything in these sites make you look all shiny and new and everyone loves a bit of make believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The perfect preening.  For once I look good.  Even if I am on someone else's body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;However, I do find it a tad disconcerting that the best I look is when I'm a Nun. It's fate *sigh*....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-4015259924212564353?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/4015259924212564353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=4015259924212564353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4015259924212564353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4015259924212564353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/airbrush-me.html' title='Airbrush Me'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-1385247595216069308</id><published>2009-03-21T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:31:29.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk About A Fool....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I honestly cannot believe that I fell for someone's utter crap yet again. I swear I am clearly the most gullible fool out there. Either that or Im just so sad that I deliberately believe whatever people tell me in the hope that I can make it come true You'd think after 25 years I would have learned at least something, but no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Nundom is getting awfully close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-1385247595216069308?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/1385247595216069308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=1385247595216069308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1385247595216069308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1385247595216069308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/talk-about-fool.html' title='Talk About A Fool....'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-480063584649030873</id><published>2009-03-20T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:30:57.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis Blindness I Tell Thee, BLINDNESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;While in town today I saw a headline on the local newspaper "Car Crash Monk Had Cataracts"  Firstly, this isn't a headline that you see every day and I salute it purely because it contains the word Monk.  Secondly I like the fact that the Monk...a man of the cloth.... has been a naughty boy.  Bad Monk.  Unless he didn't know of course...but that ruins my story.  So we shall pretend he knew he had dodgy eyes and that he wanted to be a bad driver.  In fact..I even like to think of him, behind the steering wheel, laughing manically..while wearing stereotypical Monk robes and maybe even salivating a little... Anyway.. I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm guessing he might have to go back to Monk college (which id imagine is a lot like clown college, literally) and retrain as a Monk extraordinaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That's if he's not dead.  I didnt read the article and if that is the case, this blog has therefore once again cemented my position in Hell.  Meh.  I guess it will be you and I and the Monk with cataracts.  Now that's a party in itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-480063584649030873?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/480063584649030873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=480063584649030873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/480063584649030873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/480063584649030873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/tis-blindness-i-tell-thee-blindness.html' title='Tis Blindness I Tell Thee, BLINDNESS!'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-8841154810681985713</id><published>2009-03-19T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:30:32.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becca = Epic Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So it turns out that try as I might, I cannot get a job.  I think the term is "an undesirable"..... even with a degree and moderate intelligence I am good for nothing.  To be honest, at first it didn't bother me too much because I lived in constant hope but now, as the months of rejection tick by, the hope has faded and now I am slowly losing my grip on my sanity and my temper.  I appear to be angry with everything and everyone because of this constant rejection.  Someone may as well slap me in the face.... continually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm tired of trawling the internet day after friggin' day.. looking at the same old sites until my eyes hurt and my head is pounding.  I feel like just getting on a random train to anywhere and starting all over again.  There is nothing like new rejection in a new town to make you feel alive :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tis tres gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-8841154810681985713?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/8841154810681985713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=8841154810681985713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8841154810681985713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8841154810681985713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/becca-epic-failure.html' title='Becca = Epic Failure'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-3850020898236871709</id><published>2009-03-17T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:30:09.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cynical?  Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am all for charity...be it charity for other people...or charity for me, which I have to admit never happens as Ive never collected for it ;) , however there is something about Red Nose day which I cannot help being cynical about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As good publicity as it is to draw attention to the worlds plight by using "celebrities" I cant help but feel they are making a token gesture.  Like they are taking a day out of their wealthy, well turned out lives to help the people less fortunate. Then the next day they can go about their fabulous lives.  I guess this pretty much applies to all of us, but it all feels too fake for my liking.  The fact that they could probably each give a million pounds to a charity and not have it affect their bank balance lies heavy with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Maybe I am just too cynical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-3850020898236871709?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/3850020898236871709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=3850020898236871709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/3850020898236871709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/3850020898236871709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/cynical-me.html' title='Cynical?  Me?'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-2841697317631655554</id><published>2009-03-13T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:35:19.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic 8 Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPq9KM7FQI/AAAAAAAAACY/iV5VkwqBI7I/s1600-h/magic8ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPq9KM7FQI/AAAAAAAAACY/iV5VkwqBI7I/s320/magic8ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868319795647746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have  magic 8 ball and I like to think that it in some way helps me...or at least provides a bit of amusement.   However, it rarely tells me the right answer i.e. the one that I want...so I have therefore come to the rational conclusion that it is either a) lying or b) broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;According to my brother Joel I am also not allowed to ask it the same question more than once in a day.... I think that this is silly as I believe in the "best of three" reasoning.  Am I alone in this?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hope that I am not going to develop some kind of OCD where the magic 8 ball is concerned and not leave the house when it gives a lame answer.  I luckily don't think this will be the case.  I also dont think it will be the case when it predicts my spring wedding and the large lottery win.   PAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-2841697317631655554?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/2841697317631655554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=2841697317631655554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/2841697317631655554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/2841697317631655554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/magic-8-hate.html' title='Magic 8 Hate'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPq9KM7FQI/AAAAAAAAACY/iV5VkwqBI7I/s72-c/magic8ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-7465941693493078035</id><published>2009-03-08T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:36:22.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Gone Gay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPrMq3hSVI/AAAAAAAAACg/ulInZIBOI6U/s1600-h/nun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPrMq3hSVI/AAAAAAAAACg/ulInZIBOI6U/s320/nun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868586262284626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My sister-in-law is trying to "pimp" me out after I told her that I was off men because there are no eligible ones out there (I am literally one more bad experience away from becoming a Nun). She is determined to prove me wrong, even if this means trawling through her facebook to find at least one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Out of her 147 friends, she found 2 guys.... both of which she described to me as "ugly". Fabulous.  She then admitted that after going through all of these, she could kind of see my original point.  She then asked me if I was "going gay" on her.  I told her no, I was simply losing the will to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She then however informed me that she wasn't going to give up on me and that now she has discounted her facebook men, she will look at all of her other male friends for me.  I think she is beginning to sound a bit like my "madam" after all.  I told her thanks but not to bother as I have neither the energy or the inclination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am however going to maybe look into Sugardaddies.com....just for the hell of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-7465941693493078035?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/7465941693493078035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=7465941693493078035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7465941693493078035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/7465941693493078035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-gone-gay.html' title='Have You Gone Gay?'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPrMq3hSVI/AAAAAAAAACg/ulInZIBOI6U/s72-c/nun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-1725375841564778147</id><published>2009-03-08T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:29:07.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choo Choo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm going on a train on Tuesday to see my best friend and her daughter.  I'm very excited..except I hate journeys of ANY type due to my increasingly crappy travel sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the only problem though.  I tend to make a complete dick of myself on trains.  I get trapped in toilets, throw my knickers around the carriage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; (by accident and they were in my bag, not on me) and fall onto poor unsuspecting elderly people as I walk up and down the aisle.  In a way I'm looking forward to seeing what happens on this journey.  In another way I'm um...not and hope it all goes well.. without me making an idiot of myself in public. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If not at least its something to tell my friends to make them laugh at me even more.  Fucking ace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-1725375841564778147?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/1725375841564778147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=1725375841564778147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1725375841564778147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/1725375841564778147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/toot-toot-beep-beep.html' title='Choo Choo'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-8091688228601565129</id><published>2009-03-07T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:38:10.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPrnsH6i6I/AAAAAAAAACo/syqzlLSVcPM/s1600-h/tv_my_name_is_earl01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPrnsH6i6I/AAAAAAAAACo/syqzlLSVcPM/s320/tv_my_name_is_earl01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869050455952290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think, sad to say, that I will be soon giving up on the male species.  yes, yes...a woman saying she is giving up, all very usual, but.....I think that I am going to have to as my Karma seems to be shot to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will soon be compiling a list in the style of Earl to try and rectify my man luck.  However, this in itself could be tricky as I have trouble remembering what I did last week, let alone last year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Weirdly however...I have a penchant for remembering random facts...such as when an octopus gets stressed it may eat one of its own tentacles or the fact that a jellybean takes about 7 days to make.  Yes that's right...just one jellybean!  They are damn good though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These facts are not helpful in any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-8091688228601565129?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/8091688228601565129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=8091688228601565129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8091688228601565129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8091688228601565129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/crappy-karma.html' title='Crappy Karma'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPrnsH6i6I/AAAAAAAAACo/syqzlLSVcPM/s72-c/tv_my_name_is_earl01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-8208860941801679154</id><published>2009-03-06T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:28:12.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I only recently learned how to successfully put liquid eye liner on without looking like some kind of demented loon.  I was very pleased with this accomplishment as I don't feel I have many in life.  Obviously, I count my degree as the main one, however worryingly I was probably equally as chuffed with myself when I learnt how to make perfect rollies in my first year.  That in itself I accept is very lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sadly I think this eye liner accomplishment was short lived as I can now longer put it on well.  I did poke myself in the eye twice the other week when doing it, which hurt like a bitch and gave me a painted eyeball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I therefore think that all this eye poking has taken away my special abilities, much like a superhero.  Damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-8208860941801679154?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/8208860941801679154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=8208860941801679154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8208860941801679154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8208860941801679154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-3778969955062771432</id><published>2009-03-05T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:27:50.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Concern..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thinking about it, which I know really I shouldn't do given the depressing qualities that it holds, I worry that I am forever going to be the wrong person in so many aspects or that in reality I am indeed good enough, but the fact I am in the wrong place at the wrong time - is something I find incredibly distressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whether it be to do with relationships or jobs, I get the distinct feeling that even at only 25 years of age sadly I'm buggered.  Those who know me know that I tend to over analyse EVERYTHING due to a rather overactive brain and this side of me tends to frustrate the hell out of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Therefore I hope this is not the case and my fear is not justified...along with the clowns coming into my room at night and eating me.  Eeek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-3778969955062771432?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/3778969955062771432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=3778969955062771432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/3778969955062771432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/3778969955062771432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/concern.html' title='A Concern..'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-8890080747870821724</id><published>2009-03-04T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:39:12.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loss Of A Limb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPr2xQyyuI/AAAAAAAAACw/YJdyjR5HYXg/s1600-h/ist2_3589189-disabled-woman-in-mobility-scooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPr2xQyyuI/AAAAAAAAACw/YJdyjR5HYXg/s320/ist2_3589189-disabled-woman-in-mobility-scooter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869309533407970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is an elderly woman in town who insists on running me over in her mobility scooter.  She either has it in for me and I  have wronged her in some way that I am unaware of or she cannot see me. I doubt that this is the case as a) I am hard to miss and b) If she cant see she shouldnt be behind the wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She has run me over THREE times now...and once she took off my shoe.  I am worried that next time it will be a limb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-8890080747870821724?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/8890080747870821724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=8890080747870821724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8890080747870821724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/8890080747870821724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/loss-of-limb.html' title='The Loss Of A Limb'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPr2xQyyuI/AAAAAAAAACw/YJdyjR5HYXg/s72-c/ist2_3589189-disabled-woman-in-mobility-scooter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-6118219635174631068</id><published>2009-03-04T05:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:27:08.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope For Me Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I stole this from my Myspace blog....just because I still find it so damn funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok...so while lazily browsing the web I came across an article that made me chuckle....but also astonished me in its subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not only are these book real.....but some have even won awards.....albeit a certain category...not exactly the Pulitzer prize! I suppose it gives me hope for my writing....hmmm.....If these books are selling...let alone actually being published... than there is something very wrong with the world today. But hey, I guess we knew that anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These are just some of the books on the market today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"The Stray Shopping Carts of Eastern North America.  A Guide to Field &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Identification".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Pretty self explanitory this one - a guide to the different types of abandoned shopping trolleys.....This won the Diagram Prize for the oddest book title of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;b) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Weeds in a Changing World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;....Because weeds count too! Weeds clearly need to keep up with the changing times...but technically as a definition of a weed is only "a plant out of place"...this book could contain a lot of information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;c) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"How To Shit in the Woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;An Enviromentally Sound Approach to a Lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Art".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who new that was a lost art....they should have talked about that more at school....maybe in Geography instead of Glaciers and Erosion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"People Who Don't Know They're Dead: How They Attach Themselves To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Unsuspecting Bystanders and What To Do About &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that could be unfortunate.....and embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Proceedings of the Second International Workshop on Nude Mice." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The poor mice.....did they know they were nude?? Are all mice nude, or only when shaved...hmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-6118219635174631068?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/6118219635174631068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=6118219635174631068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/6118219635174631068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/6118219635174631068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/03/hope-for-me-yet.html' title='Hope For Me Yet'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-9210537898693064389</id><published>2009-02-06T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:26:40.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Slippery Slope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Apparantly the first step to overcoming an addiction is to admit that you have one...well I admit it..I am completely addicted to Facebook.  It's got to the point now where I struggle to remember how I spent my time pre-Facebook.  Ok, so before that it was Myspace but yeah you get the picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When I think about it I'm not even really sure what I do on there.  My dad often walks past and in a withering voice says "Becca, what is it you actually do on there?"  I sit and think for a minute and generally the only response I can come up with is "not much, just looking".  He says I'm a very strange girl.  So I attempt to explain to him that it isnt just me, but millions of other people who waste their time on there too, but he just laughs and says they're strange too.  He has a point.  I'm not sure virtually poking someone, joining faux groups purely based on their amusing names or looking at friends photographs to see how much of a better weekend than you they had constitutes a productive use of time....usually an hour or four in my case.  Even when unwell, with a raging temperature and a head that feels like its going to explode all over the keyboard, im still on sodding Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Its clearly replaced checking my mobile every 2 minutes to see if I've received a new message. I never have.  Or at least when I do...its 02 telling me how I can get 10% back on my top ups.  Well...whoopie fucking do.  I hate those bastards at 02.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As it happens im starting to worry for my sanity.  Facebook surely cannot go on forever and then what will I do?  It migh even at some point be replaced by something even better.  I cant imagine what...it will be like the Big Bang 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Im sad and clearly need some sort of medical intervention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-9210537898693064389?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/9210537898693064389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=9210537898693064389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/9210537898693064389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/9210537898693064389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2009/02/slippery-slope.html' title='A Slippery Slope'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-4187704336151503739</id><published>2008-11-26T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:40:09.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Too Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPsE5ZYP6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/8nLi3GYD53A/s1600-h/hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPsE5ZYP6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/8nLi3GYD53A/s320/hell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869552235069346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A recent letter I had published in a local newspaper only served, it would seem, to cement my eternal damnation in hell.  The letter basically was to inform the community of my feelings for my local Vicar...who during a service (I attended once, for Remembrance Sunday, not a regular I might point out) damned other religions or belief systems and explained that the reason this world is crap and full of morons (admittedly my words not his) is because we have turned our backs on God.  Right.  That's that then!  What a load of coddswallop...( this word is not used enough so I have decided to "bring it back")  The letter was published and he came round to the house...to chastise me no doubt.  Luckily I was at work, so he left his card with my mum.  I was disappointed to see that his card did not have a picture of God on....or even little baby Jesus.  I didn't particularly want to engage in dialogue with him.  Ive come to learn that it is pointless having a rational conversation with  someone who is religious because you never win and you can never put your point across...  but to be considerate I rang him and luckily he wasn't in (out delivering the word of God to some unsuspecting fool I would imagine)  I left a message but not my telephone number...so all in all my attempt at building bridges with a messenger of God was pretty pointless!  Meh.  My friend Meryl thinks that I'm damned to Hell for sure now.  I think she may be right.  It would have only been worse if God himself had appeared in the sky,a la Monty Python style and pointed his long finger at me.  I have however been ill for the last week.  I think I have been smited for sure.  And just before Christmas as well......oh the shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-4187704336151503739?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/4187704336151503739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=4187704336151503739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4187704336151503739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4187704336151503739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2008/11/off-too-hell.html' title='Off Too Hell'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/ShPsE5ZYP6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/8nLi3GYD53A/s72-c/hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006039535465752174.post-4597308200649479089</id><published>2008-11-17T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:25:53.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pat Me On The Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am writing this blog under pressure. Don't get me wrong, I had always planned to get on the blogging bandwagon, but I pride myself on two things; my ability to make a chicken out of a tea towel and my ability to procrastinate. As it turns out a family member, I do not wish to point fingers (my uncle) but I will (my uncle) has resorted to bribery in order for me to start my blog..that's right (MY OWN UNCLE!!! OK, so I have pointed the finger a teeny bit) but you would think a family member would be kinder. I'm not angry. Just disappointed. So here it is. Its not much. I knew it wouldn't be. And I did warn so I cannot be held responsible for my lame ass writing. Its always better to blame someone else than accept responsibility for ones own actions I have found. I will however take credit for the chicken tea towel trick. Well..I say trick, its more just crumpled cloth and even then it sometimes turns out to resemble a scrotum. Shame really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006039535465752174-4597308200649479089?l=talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/feeds/4597308200649479089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006039535465752174&amp;postID=4597308200649479089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4597308200649479089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006039535465752174/posts/default/4597308200649479089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofthenotsounexpected.blogspot.com/2008/11/pat-me-on-back.html' title='Pat Me On The Back'/><author><name>beccatame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15134252477644908118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqvLy2_qwUY/SSGCeMmqzQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lw-jhSGDa1o/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
